Random Snowflakes

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Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding

on our roof,

dancing off the pavement

as the wind stirs

the pine trees.

I pull back from the window

and I realize

it’s time for my favorite book,

and a cup

of Irish breakfast tea.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Soon it Will Be Christmas

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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the  boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping, 

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Snow Clouds

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As I watch from my window, snow clouds drift in over the mountains, and I think of the ridge filled with pine trees,

and the boulder where I sat and prayed last summer, and that time when she still had cancer, and we held hands looking over the valley.

And I know now, it’s always about looking forward, refusing the scars or being controlled by them.

It’s all about hope and peace falling over us, like snow gently falling from snow clouds…….over the top of the mountain.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Beauty of Winter

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The beauty of winter never lives within the color white

or in the silence of snowflakes surrounding, swirling

around our heads as chrystals

take shape in mid-air.

The beauty of winter

is usually found in the peace

we hold in our hearts,

sacred prayers

from the quiet within.

Well, I guess snow

is quite beautiful too.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

It Snowed Again Today

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It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.

He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies